The flame shooting forward, hot as hell. Sound to cattle like a dinner bell.
A roar heard at the crack of dawn, breaking the silence of early morn.
Sweat dripping down from a tired man's face, as it crosses his lips forming a salty taste.
When will the drought finally be broken? So many prayers for rain have been spoken.
Maybe there is a reason, we do not understand, as the ranch turns in to a dry parched land.
Someday the pear burner can cease it's noise, then farmers and ranchers will have time to rejoice.
Pauline Lieck July 1996
In case anyone doesn't know what a pear burner is---it is similar to what some call a flame thrower. It is used to burn the stickers off cactus so the cows can eat it when there is a drought and the feed is short. It isn't that bad now and I hope and pray it doesn't get that way. Just ran across this poem of a day when it was bad here and wanted to share it with you.